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"I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness."
― Frédéric Chopin

"Sheldon, I hate trains."

Sheldon abruptly turned towards whoever had said the abomination of a statement he had just heard and came face-to-face with Raj.

"Sheldon, we've been trying to get your attention for five minutes. Raj doesn't actually hate trains," explained Leonard.

Sheldon's face of terror relaxed. "Oh, good."

"What's wrong with you? You've been spacing out since last night." Leonard's brows were furrowing in concern.

"I'm fine, Leonard. I'm just in the zone. You know, unraveling the mysteries of the universe. We don't all have the luxury of being useless to physics," Sheldon condescendingly replied.

"Whatever. Forget I asked." Leonard rolled his eyes.

"Well, our lunch hour is nearly over. I best be going. I shall see you three after work for New Comic Book Night, correct?"

"Yep. I'll pick you up at your office at 3. See you later, buddy."

That was a close one, Sheldon thought as he walked back to his office. He was not really in the zone; he just couldn't stop thinking about the performance the night before. As he had already done substantial work for the day, Sheldon retreated to the unoccupied room in the University basement. Locking the door and picking up his instrument, Sheldon began to play.

As he finished the piece, he noticed he felt something different, something he hadn't felt since before his father's death. He felt inspired. No matter how much he had tried over the years, he failed at feeling the music like this again. Somehow, this woman had reignited his passion with ease.

Amy was sitting at her piano playing with some melodies. They sounded quite nice, but there was something missing. The previous night had been very liberating for her. For the first time since she lost Mark a year ago, she felt free. Looking back, she could see that they were never meant to last anyway. It still hurt, though. While she never felt the passionate whirlwind romance with Mark, she did grow to care for him very much. For the past few months, guilt was eating her away- guilt she felt because she was going to break up with him before she found out he was dying. No one knew this secret of hers, and she had been feeling like a massive weight rested on her shoulders. When she played last night, though, her guilt, hurt, and sorrow had drifted off into the air with the music.

Ring, ring, ring

Amy ceased her playing and picked up her phone. Looking at the name on the screen, she smiled. It was Andrew Sperry, her friend from college.

"Hello, Drew."

"Hey, girl! I saw your performance online. It was amazing. I totally felt the emotion, you know?"

Amy chuckled at her whimsical friend. "Yeah, thanks. That's one-hundred percent what I was going for," she said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't sass me!" he teased. "Anyways, are you free tomorrow for lunch?"

"Uhhh, I don't know. I've got to catch up on some things."

"I recently got some cool new equipment here at work," he said in a sing-songy voice.

Damn, he really knows how to get me, Amy thought. "Okay, fine. I'll come. Just for a little while though, okay?"

"You got it! Catch you later, Ames!"

"Bye, Andrew."

Sighing, she decided to get ready for bed; it was getting late.

Knock, knock, knock

"Hey, Drew. I brought food," said Amy as she walked into Andrew's lab, smiling.

"Hi, Amy; you're right on time. Just put the food there for now," he said, signaling towards a desk. "I need to show this grad student to the cafeteria really quick. Why don't you come with us?"

"Alright, sure. I'm Amy," she introduced herself to the student.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Veronica."

They shook hands and the trio began to exit the lab.

"So, what have you guys been working on?" asked Amy.

They continued down the hall, with Veronica and Andrew sharing information about their current research. Veronica was a bit confused as to how Amy could keep up in and even elaborate ideas in the conversation so well. Didn't Dr. Sperry say she was a classical musician? She was about to ask about it, but they arrived at the cafeteria before she could.

"Well, Veronica, I think you've got it from here. I'll see you after lunch," said Andrew.

"It was very nice to meet and converse with you. Goodbye," added Amy.

"Yes, you seem very knowledgeable about neuroscience. Somehow, I think you might know more than me," she laughed.

Amy said nothing and simply smiled. Veronica walked away, and the two friends were about to walk back when Amy felt a gaze on her.

Turning around, she made eye contact with a tall, pale man staring directly at her from the lunch line only three feet away. So blue. She felt like his eyes were boring into her soul, and, after a moment, she averted her eyes. Why did he look so familiar? Andrew either didn't notice the occurrence, or he did not pay it any mind, because he continued chatting with Amy as normal.

"Well, come on. Let's head back. You still have to show me all your 'cool new equipment,'" she chided, pushing back her thoughts of the blue-eyed man.